Mother, at my first breath 

Every paragraph was set 

As I inhaled the scent of debt 

Mother, that first stolen air 

On papers saying I'm not mine 



"We crown you, the King of Loss... 

Better get on your feet 

Best be one of us 

Better get yourself on the list 

For success 

Dress up as a State investment 

Charm the press 

A breed from the seed of only 

One short breath" 



Mother, hence we cry: 

Some of us are free to stand 

Most of us are bound to lie 

In those bloodstained beds 

No one can afford to pay 

The prices on their babies' heads 



I am the King of Loss! 

For every dear smile I feel I'm not one of us 

"An ivory coin for every plus on your stone" 



"One more governmental blade 

Now drawn from its sheath 

Quite a bargain I'd say since either way 

You will live by the show of our teeth!" 



Mother, I wish that we could talk 

You see 

I'm not fit to play this game 

Bound by its rules just the same 

My talents turned to talons 

Every monetary pile 

Will buy me a precious smile...

smile... 



So smile for the King of Loss 

Feed from the juices 

Bleeding from this cross 

Then tell me our lives mean more 

Than this vain thirst! 



"A governmental blade 

Drawn from its private sheath 

Quite a bargain I'd say, since either way 

You'll be living by the show of our..." 



I hold up my head 

This was my life 

Now I'm with the dead 

So I lay my bare neck 

This is your call 

Dub a king or a wreck 



(Mother, listen to me mother) 



This was my life 

This is your call 



Is this all I am? Is this all I'll be? 

This is not enough! 



We're all crying for respect and attention 

We're all dying for a painless redemption! 

This is not what I wanted 

But for every drop of blood I lost myself 

I, too, lay bleeding on the sidewalk... 



Mother 

Long live the dying king 



"A governmental blade 

Now drawn from its private sheath 

Quite a bargain I'd say, since either way 

I will live by the show of your teeth..."